Leaving the meeting room, Shen Wei couldn't help but sigh.
"Old Xu, we're counting on you this time." He clapped Xu Wuyi on the shoulder. "Old Zhou and I will do our best to hold out for as long as possible."
Xu Wuyi shook his head. "It doesn't matter which courtyard we face. I'll go first. I'll aim to finish it so neither of you has to fight."
...
Meanwhile, in the West Courtyard rest area.
Qin Rui stared at the tournament bracket on the light screen, his brow slightly furrowed.
His gaze was fixed on the name "Xu Wuyi" and didn't move for a long time.
One year.
In just one year, the opponent he'd had to fight tooth and nail to defeat in the inter-courtyard tournament had left him completely in the dust.
Level 33.
That number, laid bare before him, filled Qin Rui with a sense of helplessness.
"Qin Rui," Tana's voice said from beside him. "Thinking about the match the day after tomorrow?"
Qin Rui pulled his gaze back and nodded.
